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<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 658210" data-attributes="member: 96">Session Eighteen, Part One: Return to Tanaroa&quot;Look! There they are!&quot; The excited voice of the halfling piped across the hut, and the small knot of castaways gathered at the entrance behind him, the gnomes pushing their way to the front.&quot;They look like hell,&quot; observed Geirstein.Fonkin peered towards the approaching quartet, now largely obscured by Tanaroans.&nbsp; &quot;Why are they all lumpy? And what are they carrying with them?&quot;Jim scampered down the ladder. &quot;Let's go see!&quot;&nbsp; He dashed across the uneven ground, squirming into the middle of the crowd.&nbsp; &quot;You were gone for a long time! Why are you covered with big lumps and carrying...&quot; he faltered as he stared at the object. &quot;...a giant honeycomb?&quot;&quot;Believe it or not, the answers are related,&quot; said Dru dryly.<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />&quot;...and so, between Di'Fier's spell and the smoke Shesara made from burning weeds, we were able to drive off the rest of the bugs.&quot;&quot;Amazing,&quot; breathed Jim.&nbsp; &quot;I always wanted a life of adventure at sea, but I never thought it would be like this...I want to go with you next time!&quot;Dru and Di'Fier exchanged glances.&nbsp; &quot;That...might not be such a good idea, Jim,&quot; the mage said gently.&nbsp; &quot;It's very dangerous.&quot;&quot;I don't care! So is living in Freeport!&quot;Dru raised an eyebrow. &quot;He's got a point, Di'Fier.&quot;&quot;We'd better tell them all what we're up against.&quot;&nbsp; Di'Fier turned to the rest of the group.&nbsp; &quot;Apparently when we were in the jungle, we ate some food that was...taboo.&quot;&nbsp; No point in horrifying them any more than necessary, he thought.&quot;Don't beat around the bush, Di'Fier,&quot; Dru shot at him.&nbsp; She moved to stand by the fire. &quot;The meat the swamp hag fed us wasn't meat.&nbsp; It was people.&quot;&nbsp; Trampling over the expressions of shock, she continued. &quot;Eating people caused a hunter to go insane, to become some kind of weird undead, and it almost happened to Di'Fier too.&quot;&quot;We met a person from the tribe of...of the person we ate,&quot; said Di'Fier.&nbsp; &quot;He told us that to repay the death of his clansmen, someone would have to die.&quot;&quot;We made the mutual decision that it would be the swamp hag.&quot;One of the mercenaries looked at his companions.&nbsp; &quot;I'm not sure I relish the idea of fighting a ten foot tall green woman...&quot;Dru held up a hand.&nbsp; &quot;Nobody has to come.&nbsp; We'll take care of this ourselves if we have to.&quot;Jim bounced to his feet, one hand on his dagger. &quot;I'm coming with you!&quot;<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> &quot;Mnembe,&quot; Dru began as they waited to see the Matriarch.&nbsp; &quot;The Zombi master of Burowao told us that there was always a swamp hag, and there always would be. What happens if she dies?&quot;Mnembe nodded. &quot;It is a good question.&nbsp; It is said that someone will dream of becoming the Swamp Hag, and that they will vanish from their village and go to take her place.&quot;&nbsp; He looked up.&nbsp; &quot;J'kal will see us now.&quot;They approached the Matriarch's throne.&quot;Matriarch J'kal,&quot; Dru began, with Mnembe translating.&nbsp; &quot;It is said that you tricked the swamp hag out of the amulet that you wear.&nbsp; The swamp hag tricked us, and we must confront her. We would like to know your story.&quot;The thin woman scowled, the lines on her face turning downward. She spoke rapidly, and Mnembe translated. &quot;She says that the story is unimportant.&quot;&quot;Even if she thinks it is, &quot;Di'Fier started, &quot;There might be something useful...&quot; He broke off as J'kal began to talk again.&quot;Matriarch J'kal says that she is grateful for what you have done for the vilage, and that there is much more good that you could do here.&nbsp; She says that surely you have been sent by the gods to save us from the worshipers of the dragon god.&nbsp; She asks me to tell you that the dragon god is half as long as a longhouse...&quot;Dru looked over at her partner and muttered: &quot;Do you get the impression that she doesn't want us to go after the swamp hag?&quot;Di'Fier slowly nodded his agreement.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 658210, member: 96"] [b]Session Eighteen, Part One: Return to Tanaroa[/b] "Look! There they are!" The excited voice of the halfling piped across the hut, and the small knot of castaways gathered at the entrance behind him, the gnomes pushing their way to the front. "They look like hell," observed Geirstein. Fonkin peered towards the approaching quartet, now largely obscured by Tanaroans. "Why are they all lumpy? And what are they carrying with them?" Jim scampered down the ladder. "Let's go see!" He dashed across the uneven ground, squirming into the middle of the crowd. "You were gone for a long time! Why are you covered with big lumps and carrying..." he faltered as he stared at the object. "...a giant honeycomb?" "Believe it or not, the answers are related," said Dru dryly. [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] "...and so, between Di'Fier's spell and the smoke Shesara made from burning weeds, we were able to drive off the rest of the bugs." "Amazing," breathed Jim. "I always wanted a life of adventure at sea, but I never thought it would be like [i]this[/i]...I want to go [i]with[/i] you next time!" Dru and Di'Fier exchanged glances. "That...might not be such a good idea, Jim," the mage said gently. "It's very dangerous." "I don't care! So is living in Freeport!" Dru raised an eyebrow. "He's got a point, Di'Fier." "We'd better tell them all what we're up against." Di'Fier turned to the rest of the group. "Apparently when we were in the jungle, we ate some food that was...taboo." [i]No point in horrifying them any more than necessary,[/i] he thought. "Don't beat around the bush, Di'Fier," Dru shot at him. She moved to stand by the fire. "The meat the swamp hag fed us wasn't meat. It was people." Trampling over the expressions of shock, she continued. "Eating people caused a hunter to go insane, to become some kind of weird undead, and it almost happened to Di'Fier too." "We met a person from the tribe of...of the person we ate," said Di'Fier. "He told us that to repay the death of his clansmen, someone would have to die." "We made the mutual decision that it would be the swamp hag." One of the mercenaries looked at his companions. "I'm not sure I relish the idea of fighting a ten foot tall green woman..." Dru held up a hand. "Nobody has to come. We'll take care of this ourselves if we have to." Jim bounced to his feet, one hand on his dagger. "I'm coming with you!" [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] "Mnembe," Dru began as they waited to see the Matriarch. "The Zombi master of Burowao told us that there was always a swamp hag, and there always would be. What happens if she dies?" Mnembe nodded. "It is a good question. It is said that someone will dream of becoming the Swamp Hag, and that they will vanish from their village and go to take her place." He looked up. "J'kal will see us now." They approached the Matriarch's throne. "Matriarch J'kal," Dru began, with Mnembe translating. "It is said that you tricked the swamp hag out of the amulet that you wear. The swamp hag tricked us, and we must confront her. We would like to know your story." The thin woman scowled, the lines on her face turning downward. She spoke rapidly, and Mnembe translated. "She says that the story is unimportant." "Even if she thinks it is, "Di'Fier started, "There might be something useful..." He broke off as J'kal began to talk again. "Matriarch J'kal says that she is grateful for what you have done for the vilage, and that there is much more good that you could do here. She says that surely you have been sent by the gods to save us from the worshipers of the dragon god. She asks me to tell you that the dragon god is half as long as a longhouse..." Dru looked over at her partner and muttered: "Do you get the impression that she doesn't want us to go after the swamp hag?" Di'Fier slowly nodded his agreement. [/QUOTE]

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